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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=553893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ghazal (2)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ghazal (2) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Dawn Upshaw</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O water, be the string to my guitar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The land's encircled? Follow the evening star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flight attendant heads for her hotel—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fossil of a bird rising through the tar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another photo-shoot for the pregnant model</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We met in Andalusia, in a bar! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The way the sun burned through the morning fog—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blood from a white-tailed deer struck by a car.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The soldier at the checkpoint waved us through,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While the mendicant examined his cigar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A plague of locusts and a partial eclipse</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of the sun: send a virgin to the altar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The neurologist at his retirement party</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thanked everyone for gauging him from afar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun, the mountains, and the sea: these framed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tragedy born of the scimitar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bored? Seeking love? Adventure? The divine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's a good time to go to Zanzibar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The emperor dismissed the courtier</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who had prepared for famine instead of war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so they charged into an ancient land,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like cattle herded into an abattoir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The scholar's parting gift to the defrocked priest:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fetus of an ape, preserved in a jar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take the reins, please. Now. I can't see the road,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thanks to the blows I received from that hussar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The naturalist bitten by a rattlesnake</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wore a black leather glove to hide his scar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Steer clear of the volcano rising from the sea</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or else you'll lose that load of cinnebar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They entertained the spirits of their marriage—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A turning of the bones in Madagascar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A plume of smoke and ashes on the deck:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The startled lookout dangles from the spar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again they rose at dawn to sing hosannas:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you're a Romanov, then I'm the czar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christopher+Merrill">Christopher Merrill</a><div class=q>
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For Dawn Upshaw

O water, be the string to my guitar.

The land's encircled? Follow the evening star.



The flight attendant heads for her hotel—

The fossil of a bird rising through the tar.



Another photo-shoot for the pregnant..."></div>
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